Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Youth’s Mementos
Floating through a grass filled sky
Like the white winged dove
Today’s prompts (grass / dove/ memento) immediately launched my mind back to my wayward youth. So thanks for the memories Ronovan Writes and Linda’s Just Jot January Challenge and Daisy Smile Face
And thanks to Stevie for being Stevie!
to fly is a gift
an eruption to behold
till gravity speaks
in its imperious voice
and stills the music of flight
That (this) darn cannon was still on my mind this morning. So my tanka offering is a mash up between yesterday’s story (and word prompts) and today’s. Cheating? Maybe. But I woke up with it half formed in mind and it needed to be finished! Check out yesterday’s Flash Fiction for the companion story. It explains the cannon 😉 https://tinastewartbrakebill.com/2018/12/07/buon-viaggio/
So thanks again to yesterday’s prompts at WOTD (eruption) and One Daily Prompt (gift)
And today’s prompts from One Daily Prompt (imperious) and Linda’s SoCS (musical)
She sat at the edge of the stream and stared at the house. Their home.
The tumbling water reminded her of a song. She could hear the melody in her head. But the words just wouldn’t come. It’s not fair. Songs are not her department. TV shows and historical facts. But not songs. That’s his lane.
He’s supposed to be here. He would know.
But he’s no longer here. Or there. In that house that was their home.
For just a moment she was overwhelmed by anger. Then frustration. But that stupid song would have to wait.
It was time.
Photo Credit to Brian Brakebill (who thankfully is still very much with me and continues to inspire me with his photos)
Inspired by and written for Friday Fictioners and the PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson with some further inspiration from Reena’s Exploration Challenge (home) and Fandango’s FOWC (melody) and Your Daily Word Prompt (overwhelm)
~~~~Brian & Tina: a love story ~~~~
lavender lipstick ~
met Converse high tops and tux ~
a love story told ~
Many many years ago, a girl met a boy at a bar. All summer long, they drank rum and danced to David Bowie and sang with the Heads. Then summer ended. But the girl didn’t go home. She stayed because like Chaka Khan says “Ain’t Nobody.”
Ain’t nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain’t nobody
Loves me better than you
Thanks for the perfect writing prompt! Putting my Feet in the Dirt
Oops! Time got away from me and I almost forgot to post this. My “day job” (which I love) once again gave me the opportunity to spend some time with an interesting, passionate, smart, and funny person. And I loved it.
My People of St. Pete column for July focused on the absolutely fabulous Bob Devin Jones. We met for coffee (me) and tea (Bob Devin) at the wonderful downtown Craft Kafe on Central Ave and squeezed every second out of our hour-long chat. Bob Devin is a fascinating guy and arguably one of the main reasons St. Pete is enjoying such a cultural renaissance. He makes me smile and think! And that’s a perfect combo in my book. Read more about him and The Studio @620 at Green Bench Monthly’s July POSP, Bob Devin Jones
Cover Photo by Denzel JG.
Author Photo of Tina and Bob Devin at a recent Art Opening at The Studio@620. (Taken on phone in low light–sorry for the poor quality.)
Tina Stewart Brakebill 